Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.